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Summary: “The maknae line jerks off to the thought of you,the pretty noona in that tight red dress.”

Warnings: smut,circle jerk,voyeurism, sexual fantasies

“Did you see Noona in that dress?” Jimin says biting his luscious pink bottom lip.

“Fuck yeah…I wanted to rip it off her.” Taehyung says running his tan hand over his hard clothed dick.

“I really wanna fuck her in it…"Jungkook says the only one who was actually touching himself without his shorts on.

They all imagined you in that tight red,hip hugging dress you wore at the party. They couldn’t keep their eyes off you. Especially Jimin, he bit his lip and he had the most lustful bedroom eyes. You couldn’t feel him undress you with his eyes. The others could see it though. Jungkook was so hard he was gonna cum any moment. Taehyung wasn’t any better.

You were peaking in their room. Your own hand was in your underwear. What you didn’t know that they can see you peaking at them, but they didn’t make eye contact just to tease you. Jimin took himself out if his underwear, to reveal his flushed and throbbing cock. Jungkook’ s cock was just as pretty as his,maybe even prettier. All three cock heads were glistening with pearly precum. You just wanted to lick it up. “Guys I’m getting close…” Taehyung said moaning deeply with his deep voice. Jimin didn’t hear him because he was lost in the pleasure. The wet noises making him think of him moving inside you. Jungkook was the first one to cum. It dripped down his pretty pink cock in white ribbons. Icing leaking out of a delicious cupcake. The next person to cum was Jimin, his thick thighs shaking from the powerful orgasm. He had bitten his lips raw. The last was Taehyung, he had let out the deepest moan ever as cum shot out from his luscious cock. They all lay back spent and panting. Then at the same time after you came too, they looked your way. “Enjoy the show Noona?” Taehyung said licking his lips.

(Enjoy peeps… ;) )

Author: Admin R

Summary: Casual hook-ups have started losing their excitement for you and your sex drive has plummeted as a result. When your best friend, Jungkook, learns, he just wants to take care of his noona. 

Cr.

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

Genre(s)/Warning(s): Smut, fluff (maybe? I think it’s fluffy), dirty talk, college!jungkook, gross overuse of the word noona (I regret nothing), friendship!sex, pretty!jungcock

Words: 5.5k

“Hey, noona! Look!” You turned away from your conversation with your friend only to be greeted by the sight of your younger flatmate, Jungkook, and his buddies, Jimin and Taehyung, with their pants down. They were moving their hips in wide arcs, laughing hysterically, as they made their dicks swing around in circles. You sighed. The things people did at house parties. You raised an eyebrow at him, looking over the rim of your plastic solo cup. Then you calmly responded with, “My God, Jungkook. Can’t you keep it in your pants for one goddamn minute,”  before your still sober ass returned to responsibly sipping your drink. He had already turned back to his buddies, but you didn’t look away, grinning at his antics.

The kid had become a menace lately. His newfound legality and ability to drink had him drunk often. Combine that with his great body and knowledge of said great body and, well, the amount of times you’d seen him in varying states of undress were climbing alarmingly quickly– whether it was while he was shit-faced or emerging from his room, tousled, after another drunk hook-up. Although, tonight was the first time you’d seen his dick. So that was new.

You always enjoyed the show, who wouldn’t, but you’d never wanted to take him to your bed. The relationship between you two just wasn’t like that. You were great friends, having lived together for a year now. When your old roommate had gotten married and Jungkook had moved to the city for university, you guys had clicked when he came to inquire about the open room. Plus, he hadn’t been legal when he’d first moved in. Therefore, starting anything with him had been the furthest thing from your mind. You liked your life outside of a jailcell, thank you very much.

So while you enjoyed looking, your feelings had never turned into anything more than friends– even when Jungkook wasn’t jailbait anymore. And despite how open you both were about any and all subjects, including sex. Your close friendship may have seemed strange to most because of the large age gap, but it somehow worked for you two. You guessed you were immature enough on some levels and he was mature enough on others that the gap didn’t really affect either of you much.

About an hour after Jungkook had decided to, oh so kindly, wave his dick at you, you noticed him backing a girl into his room, attached at the lips. Man, the kid already had his shirt off. But where was said shirt? It wasn’t with them that was for sure. Curious, you looked around for it. Ah, it was tossed over the plant in the corner. He must have taken it off long before he’d found the girl. Everyday you became more and more convinced he had to be an exhibitionist. There was just no other explanation. You shook your head, snorting into your drink before the girl caught your attention.

Oh. Oh no. You could tell this was not going to go well when he asked her to leave later. You could see it in her eyes that she was already head-over-heels for your friend. And Jungkook had told you just the other day, during one of your no-subject-is-off-limits conversations, that he wasn’t looking for a serious relationship anytime soon. You mentally shrugged, it wasn’t your problem. You just hoped she’d keep it down when she went slamming out of the apartment after screwing him.

The next day, you were sitting in the living room enjoying your day off and reading a novel. “Hey, noona! Look!”

“Do not ‘hey, noona, look’ me.” You didn’t even bother glancing up from your book. “The last time you said that you were helicoptering your fucking dick at me. I do not need a repeat of that.” You turned your page. 

“Give me a break, noona,” he whined. “I was drunk.”

“I don’t care,” you responded unfeelingly. “There are some things women just don’t want to see. A dick flopping around in circles is one of them.”

What you didn’t tell him was that he had a pretty dick. One you hadn’t been able to fully get off your mind since you’d had a dream about it last night. It had been a while since you’d seen a pretty cock. And Jungkook had a very, very nice one. You were busy with your career and weren’t looking for a serious relationship at the moment, but you had begun to grow bored of the casual sex lifestyle. It wasn’t as much fun anymore and you’d been going longer and longer between partners. Your growing dissatisfaction with hook-ups had also taken a toll on your sex drive and you had only masturbated a couple times in the past few months. That wet dream about him last night was unexpected, to say the least. But you weren’t putting much weight on the wet dream. Weirder characters had starred in your sex dreams before. The brain was a strange organ that processed things in very weird ways.

You closed your book before getting up. “I made pancakes earlier. Want some? They should still be warm.” Jungkook didn’t say anything, but was hot on your heels as you walked to the covered plate on the kitchen counter. Taking two plates out of the cupboard, you handed one to Jungkook before grabbing utensils from a drawer. You held a set out to the younger man as he walked past to sit at the small kitchen table, his plate piled high. You filled up your own plate before leaning against the counter to eat at a much slower pace.

“What happened with that girl from last night? She sounded pissed when she left earlier.” Jungkook stopped shoveling food into his mouth. “Ah…,” he hedged, rubbing the back of his neck, his bicep flexing under his sleeve. “She wanted more from me than just a fling.” You nodded, having seen the shit storm coming last night. “That makes, what? The fifth one to storm out this month? JK, you gotta stop being so fucking irresistible,” you teased. He just looked at you with doe eyes, pulling a chuckle from your lips.

“Hey, noona. How come I haven’t seen any guys sneaking out of your room lately?” You immediately pouted, your laughter disappearing. “Noona’s getting jaded, JK. Casual hook-ups just don’t hold much appeal anymore, you know? You’d think the guys my age would have some, I don’t know, hidden tricks after being around for so long. But they’ve just been… boring recently. It’s actually so depressing my whole sex drive has plummeted.” You sighed, pushing your food around your plate.

“Like, not even flicking the bean, noona?” That made you laugh again. 

“Yeah, not so much anymore. But maybe if you show me your pretty dick again, like you did last night, I could get revved up.” You were joking around, of course. And it wasn’t the first time either of you had said something similar. But it was the first time you were halfway serious about it. However, Jungkook didn’t need to know that little tidbit.

“Noona, I have an idea! Why don’t you sit on my pretty cock,” he asked excitedly, pulling himself forward to the edge of his chair. You almost choked on your pancakes. Almost. When you recovered and finally looked at Jungkook, you could see the excitement growing on his face. God, he was seriously warming up to the idea. 

You, however, were not convinced. He might have a nice dick. And you might have dreamt about it. And you might not mind seeing it again. But admiring from a far and actually having fun during sex was totally different. “Jungkook, you know I’ve been around the block a couple times, so to speak. What could you possibly have up your sleeve that I haven’t seen already?”  

“But have you been around the block with a much younger guy, noona,” he asked persistently. He had you there. He might not have been playing the field as long as guys your age, but you were sure he had some technique, at least. You’d heard it through the walls before. And the game was still new to him. The excitement still high. Maybe that excitement would rub off on you.

“I don’t know…,” you trailed off, still unsure. “Then let me try to persuade you, noona,” his gaze darkened as he pushed himself up from his chair and began stalking towards you. That made you perk up a little internally. Stalking was good. Stalking was sexy. When he reached you he gently pulled your plate from your hands, setting it down on the counter behind you. “Give me one kiss. And if it doesn’t spark anything I’ll leave you alone.” His mouth slashed into a charmingly boyish grin. And you caved. “Okay. A kiss.”

Jungkook slowly ran his hands up your arms, staring into your eyes the whole time. He slowly brought one of your hands up to his lips. What the hell was he doing? Wasn’t he suppose to be kissing you? And then he inserted your middle finger into his hot mouth, slowly swirling his tongue around your slim digit, never breaking eye contact the entire time he lavished attention on it. The whole action lasted only a couple seconds, but you could already feel your body warming. He gently pulled you from his mouth before laying a small kiss on the end of your wet finger. Oh. My. God.

You just stood frozen, staring at Jungkook with you mouth hanging slightly open. What the hell? Your brain was stuttering, unable to move on from the moment. Jungkook saw the look on your face and a smile curled over his own. “Well, noona? Did you feel anything?” That snapped you from your daze. The little shit knew exactly what he’d done. You fisted both hands into his shirt before roughly pulling him closer to you, stopping him only millimeters from your face. “Oh, noona’s going to get fucked well,” you whispered, your lips brushing his as they moved. And then he was meeting your desperate lips with his own hungry ones.

Jungkook easily lifted you on top of the counter, causing the dishes behind you to clatter as they were shoved together. Your hands were frantically roaming over his upper body, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. Jungkook was already working at your own shirt, his big hands sliding up your sides, making the material bunch above his wrists. You broke the kiss so he could pull the soft cotton over your head, tossing it off to the side. And then he was back at your lips, sucking and licking and biting. As he pulled countless moans from you, he responded with his own. God, he was vocal. What a fucking turn on.

Breaking the kiss a second time, you reached to pull his own tee off. The fabric had barely cleared his head when he roughly pulled you flush to his chest, attaching his lips to your neck. He nimbly unclasped your bra, hastily pulling the garment from you. You signed as your breasts came in contact with his bare skin for the first time. “Let’s– ah– move to my– oh, shit. Right there– bed, Jungkook,” you gasped out between moans. He gently gave your neck one last nip before hooking your legs around his waist and starting in the direction of your room.

When you reached your room he dropped you on the bed, watching your breasts jiggle as you bounced against the soft surface. Once you’d stopped moving, you reached for his sweatpants, swiftly tugging them and his tight boxers off. You took a moment to take him in. Damn, he was such a fine looking specimen. You let your eyes wander– taking in his defined arms, rounded pecs, chiseled abs, and thick thighs.

And there was that beautiful cock of his.

But now it was hard and even more magnificent. It was flushed a pretty pink at the tip and your mouth watered at the sight. Then you were excitedly reaching for his hardness before you could finish sighing in contentment.

Resting a hand on his hard thigh, you wrapped your other hand around his shaft. You paused to take took one last look at him, admiring the way your hand looked fisting him. “Noona, stop staring at my “pretty dick” and just put it in your damn mouth already.” 

You looked up at Jungkook, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. This boy… You swore to God. Staring at him the whole time, you slowly licked a long, wet line from his heavy balls to just under his tip. His eyes narrowed at you when you neglected to finish your journey. You just innocently batted your lashes at him, then gave him a smug smile.

Jungkook opened his mouth, ready to say something else, but before he could get anything out of that smart mouth of his, you sucked his head into your mouth. “Fuuuck,” you heard him hiss before he cupped a hand around the back of your head. You slurped around him, focusing on your tongue work and alternating between techniques. You would flick your tongue in the slit at the top before swirling it around the ridge that flared at the bottom of his head. Then you would roll your tongue, pushing it beneath his rounded tip before letting him feel it unfurl around him. And all the while he gave you those gorgeous moans of his, holding your hair out of the way so he could see you better.

You had moved onto working his shaft as well when you felt a slight tug on your hair. You let Jungkook pull you away from him. “Fuck, noona,” he growled. “You look so good with my dick in your mouth and you’re so fucking good at sucking me off. But let me take care of you now.” You didn’t need to be told twice. You hurried to remove your pants, assisted by Jungkook tugging at the hem of your jeans.

Once the offending garment was crumpled on the floor, Jungkook told you to scoot back on the bed before he crawled between your legs. You looked down at him. Man, what a picture. You could totally get used to seeing him nestled between your thighs, ready to eat you out. “Shit, noona,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking wet. Look at this,” he marveled before rubbing you through the wet spot on your panties. Then he laid a chaste kiss on your nether lips before looking up at you through his bangs. Keeping eye contact, he began peppering your inner thigh with open-mouthed kisses and slowly pulled down your underwear.

Once the small scrap of fabric had been slipped off your feet and tossed aside, Jungkook smoothed his warm hands up your legs, making sure to drop little kisses on your skin as he went. When he finally reached the top of your thigh, he gave you another gentle kiss on your glistening lower lips. “Let me taste your honey, noona,” he purred. You groaned. What was this kid eating to be this good at sex? Probably just a lot of pussy. And then he was eating yours.

Or fucking not.

He was fucking teasing you. Running his lips all over you, mouthing your outer lips. Then your inner lips. Kissing you as if he was at your mouth, not between your thighs. Even gently nipping your sensitive flesh. But never, never giving you more than a brief touch of his hot tongue. And definitely not touching your clit. You could have screamed.

“Fucking suck my clit, Jungkook,” you growled, pulling his head up by his hair to look at you. “God, noona. You’re so fucking bossy. Have you always been this hot,” he questioned, lips glistening with your wetness.

“Yes. Now. Suck. My. Fucking. Clit.” And then you shoved his face back to your center. He grunted happily at the rough treatment before running his tongue up your slit. And finally, finally swirled it around your clit. He brought a hand up to spread your lips apart, giving him greater access to your sensitive bud. He licked and sucked at you, dragging all sorts of moans and groans and general profanity from your mouth. It wasn’t long before you felt two of his fingers circling your entrance. You moaned louder in encouragement and he slipped them inside you.

He started off fingering you slowly, taking his time dragging his long fingers in and out of you. Then he began to pick up the pace as he started scissoring them instead, keeping his mouth on your clit the entire time. Most of the time he looked up at you as he used his mouth and fingers to pleasure you. But sometimes he would close his eyes. And that’s when you could really see he was truly enjoying the moment. You gently swept his bangs off his forehead before tangling your fingers in his hair. You were getting close.

You let your head fall back into the pillows. The pleasure was getting to the point where you could no longer hold your head up. Your breath was coming faster and in uneven bursts. “Jungkook, I’m gonna come,” you whispered, fingers still buried in his soft hair. He moaned his approval into your body and then you were flying apart. He kept up with you, following the bucking of your hips, never letting your frantic movements dislodge his fingers or his mouth. Finally you sighed, signaling the end of your orgasm. Jungkook removed his fingers and mouth, knowing that sigh meant you’d become too sensitive for anymore stimulation.

Jungkook slowly crawled up your body, pausing to drop soft little kisses every now and then. When, at last, he reached your face, he bent down to kiss you. You were expecting a hot, frantic kiss, like the one you’d shared earlier in the kitchen. You were expecting tangled tongues from the get go. But Jungkook surprised you. His kiss was gentle and he eased into it, building up the intensity. The care he was taking with you after your orgasm, and the lack of pressure from him to take care of his needs right away, was a new experience in a one night stand for you. Lord, save you from younger men. Apparently, they knew what they were doing much better than their older counterparts. Or, at least, this one did.

Jungkook broke the kiss first and pulled back slightly before inquiring softly about a condom. You rolled to your side and reached into your bedside drawer. You held the square packet out to him with a mischievous smile. But when he reached for it you quickly pulled it back, laughing. The surprise on his face melted into a grin. Then he grabbed your wrist, playfully biting your fingers before slipping the condom from your fingers.

You lazily ran your fingers over your sweaty skin as you watched him deftly roll the condom down his length, a smile still on your lips. Damn, but he seriously had a pretty dick. You were actually starting to worry if you were developing a fetish for Jungkook’s cock.

When Jungkook had finished putting on the condom, he grasped himself in one hand. Then he curled an arm under your leg, dragging you into a better position. “You ready, noona?” You nodded, reaching out to hold onto the forearm he was now using to support himself. You needed to touch him.

Slowly he pushed into you, carefully watching your face as he did. Once he could go no further, he paused enjoying the feeling of just being inside you. After a few moments he gently placed your leg on his shoulder, reverently running his hand up and down its length before turning his head to sweetly kiss your ankle, his lids fluttering closed. No wonder this kid got laid so often. If this was how he treated women in bed there was probably a list of girls miles long, compiled solely by word of mouth, waiting to sleep with him.

When Jungkook opened his eyes again, he released the leg over his shoulder for a moment, only to grab hold of it further down, this time around your thigh. His other hand came up to grip your hip. He had been looking into your face since he’d opened his eyes, but now, as he slowly began to draw himself out of you, he looked down to where the two of you were joined. As you watched him, he bit his lip, groaning at the sight. He continued to unhurriedly work his way in and out of you.

You loved how Jungkook was taking his time with you. But his slow pace had worked you up enough by now that you were starting to squirm, needing more. Jungkook noticed your fidgeting and pulled his gaze from between your legs. You let out a long, drawn-out moan. “Please, Jungkook. I need you to fuck me.” You didn’t mean to whine, but the end of your plea sounded suspiciously close to one. He chuckled at your impatience. “I thought you’d never ask, noona. But are you sure you can handle it?” You narrowed your eyes at him. Oh? So this was how he wanted to play now? But before you could respond he brought a hand to your clit and rubbed, halting your reply. Taking advantage of your short-lived silence, he leaned forward, shifting your legs so you could wrap them around his waist. Then he leaned farther over you and whispered, “Because I will gladly wreck your beautiful cunt.”

And then he roughly snapped his hips forward. You half grunted, half moaned, partly in surprise and partly in pleasure. He had actually managed to shift your body up the bed slightly with just the force of his hips. And he was continuing to pound into you with that same force. You threw your hands out over your head, pushing your palms flat against your headboard so that you didn’t go crashing into it every time he thrust forward. Jesus christ, he wasn’t kidding when he asked if you could handle him. And you loved it. He wasn’t afraid of hurting you, knowing that you weren’t made of glass and trusting you to tell him if it was too much.

The way Jungkook was pounding you into the bed felt oh-so-good but you knew the angle wasn’t right for you. So, in between thrusts you gasped out, “Jungkook. Oh, God. Jungkook, I – ah, shit – need to – fuck, fuck, fuck – switch.” He understood your ineloquent wording and slowed his thrusts to a minute yet steady rocking, his movements just enough to remind you that he was still inside you. As if you needed a reminder. “What do you need,” he asked, breathing heavy from his recent exertions. “I want to ride you.” He quickly flicked an eyebrow up, then back down in interest and wasted no time as he slipped gentle arms beneath your back to pull you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck to help, and he cradled you loosely to his chest before slowly falling backwards onto the foot of the bed.

You pushed yourself up from Jungkook’s slick chest and looked down at him. The hair around his hairline was dripping wet with sweat and a bead had rolled down his temple. You bent down and kissed that single drop away. Then you kissed your way to his open mouth, nipping the corner of his lips. He met your gentle lips with his own as you softly kissed him, but he let you lead the kiss. You deepened it, tangling your tongue with his. When you finally broke the kiss, you traveled down to his neck, a nudge of your nose against his jaw enough to get him to push his head back, baring his throat to you. You kissed the side of his neck then, laving your tongue along the cord of muscle stretched tight there. He moaned for you and you couldn’t help smiling against his skin. There was that vocal boy you loved so much again. Wanting to hear more, you bit the same muscle you’d just licked. And he gave you more of his moans. Such a good boy.

You finally pulled back, hands lightly resting on his firm chest muscles. He gave you a brilliant smile which you returned. And then he shallowly thrusted up into you once, urging you to move. You chuckled at his actions. His grin only grew wider at the sound of your laughter. “Come on, noona. You said you wanted to ride me.”

“That I did.”

But before you could start moving he flexed his hips, keeping them in that new position. The smile fell off your face, and you froze with his movement. All you could do was stare down at him with wide eyes. “Shit,” you breathed. The tiny change in position had shifted him so that now he was firmly pressed against your g-spot. If it felt that good without anyone moving, you didn’t know how you were gonna keep your shit together long enough for him to get anything out of the ride. Now it was his turn to chuckle at you. The little brat knew exactly what he was doing to you. Knew you wouldn’t last long in that position. And he was gloating. You could see it in his eyes.

However this time you didn’t care, it didn’t rile you. You just began to move, at last giving yourself and Jungkook what you both wanted. You swiveled your hips in slow circles and figure eights, gradually increasing your speed. You were right that it was going to be hard to keep it together long in this position. Jungkook’s cock, held snug between your wet walls, never stopped pressing against that magical spot. Then you began to quickly bounce yourself up and down on his length, showing Jungkook what you were made of this time and earning a string of groans and dirty talk from him.

“Just like that, just like that,” he mumbled, head thrown back, eyes tightly shut in pleasure. He felt so good inside you, filling you up, gliding against your walls, never leaving your sensitive g-spot. You desperately grabbed at Jungkook, needing something to hold you down to earth. At your fumbling, he opened his eyes to look at you. He quickly realized your silent request and took your hands, threading your fingers with his own and squeezing once.

You were getting close, but you needed just a little more. So you untangled a hand from Jungkook’s and reached down to rub at your clit. Jungkook’s eyes hungrily followed your movements and he let loose a loud moan before panting, “Shit, noona. That’s hot.” He watched for a couple moments before reaching up to cover your busy fingers with his own, wanting to help you along. Once he was satisfied with the position his hand was in, he looked up into your face. His brow was furrowed in concentration and desire, and he had his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His gaze was intense as he fervently watched the pleasure steal across your features.

You panted, openly staring back at him– unable to get enough of the expressions flashing across his face. You liked the idea of him helping you touch yourself, liked the feel of his large fingers working in tandem with your own smaller ones. And you loved that he seemed to find helping you get off such a turn on.

“Jungkook, talk to me. I’m close. Please, please, please” you pleaded, not even paying attention to the words coming out of your mouth. He complied eagerly, “You’re so fucking beautiful all sweaty. Look how hard you’re working to get off. How you use me so eagerly. Just the sight of you could make a man come without touching himself. And when you come I bet you look like a goddess. I can’t wait to feel you clench around my cock. You’re gonna feel so good, noona.”

Your breath was starting to hitch and your movements were becoming less rhythmic. “You can come, noona. It’s okay, you can come. I’ve got you. Come for me. I’ve got you, noona,” Jungkook coaxed, face pleading despite the commanding air of his words.

Your orgasm hit you like a trainwreck. It was so intense you didn’t make a single sound for the first few seconds, your legs squeezing Jungkook’s sides as he made enough noise for the both of you. And then your screams of “Jungkook” and garbled sobs were drowning him out as your body convulsed on top of him. You were barely aware of him moving his hands to your hips, grabbing hold so he could pound himself up into you from below. You were just starting to come down when you heard him groan your name, thrusting up one last time.

Jungkook and you both collapsed in a sweaty, exhausted heap on the bed. Your muscles were still twitching and the sound of heavy panting was loud in the room. A smile stretched over your mouth until, eventually, you were giggling then full-blown laughing. A joyful, exuberant, completely satisfied laugh. It wasn’t long before you heard Jungkook join in, feeling his body shake with it beneath you.

“Wow, Jungkook,” you said, slipping off of him so he could remove the used condom. “That was honestly the most mind blowing sex I’ve ever had. Like, holy shit. Noona’s almost speechless.” Jungkook had tossed the tied off condom into the trash and was crawling back onto the bed. He chuckled as he gathered your pliant form into his arms. “As I recall, noona was pretty speechless for a bit when she was coming.” You grinned unabashedly up at him, “True.”

Jungkook tucked a sweaty lock of hair behind your ear before gently biting your lobe. Then he whispered into your ear, “You were phenomenal, noona. So open and unashamed, and your technique… just wow. You’re the best sex I’ve ever had, too.” Then he pulled back, joking face on, “I can’t believe some guy hasn’t tried to kidnap you for his sex slave yet.” You twisted his nipple for that comment.

After that day, the friendship between you and Jungkook hadn’t changed. You were still best friends. You’d gotten your mojo back and your roaster now included younger men too, thanks to Jungkook opening your eyes. Girls were still huffing out of the apartment when Jungkook turned down their proposals for a serious relationship. But you’d also noticed that many of the women who left happy, and without incident, were older. You’d had to indulge in a smug smirk against your coffee cup the first time you’d seen it.

The day you’d slept together was a fond memory for both of you. Yes, Jungkook and you had talked about it like mature, smart adults. Just to make sure you were both on the same page. The conversation had started with you, curious about where he’d learned to treat women so sweetly in bed. His response had surprised you. He had wanted to take care of you, his closest friend, when she was having a problem. “It was because you’re my noona.” He’d then gone on to make a distinction between you and the casual girls he played with. If ever you’d doubted how deep your friendship with Jungkook was, that conversation would have obliterated any shred of doubt and firmly cemented in your mind the amount of care you both felt for each other.

However, there was one thing that had changed. You physically teased each other a lot more. And it was fun flirting like that. There were no expectations like in a romantic relationship. Nor was there any pressure to hop into bed because you’d “accidentally” brushed a hand across Jungkook’s crotch or he’d bitten your wrist when you’d played keep-away with the t.v. remote and he’d finally grabbed you.

Months later you were sipping from your wine glass, happily chatting to one of Jungkook’s male acquaintances, the Halloween party in full swing around you. He was charming and had a great smile. And with the way you were both eyeing each other, you were sure you knew who would be in your bed later that night.   

“HEY, NOONA! LOOK!”

“Excuse me,” you politely said to the man in front of you, shooting him a sweet smile. Then you turned around, smile melting from your face, and belted back, “JUNGKOOK, WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT THAT GODDAMN PHRASE?” You could hear the guy behind you chuckling.

You knew exactly what you would see when you looked at Jungkook. The past few months, he’d been doing the same fucking thing at every party you guys threw at the apartment. And sure enough, Jungkook had his dick out. Twirling it around, the same two buddies from the first time, Jimin and Taehyung, laughing as they did the same. The only difference was that, this time, you had Detective Conan, Charlie Chaplin, and the Joker swinging their dicks at you.

But, seriously, Jungkook really did have a pretty cock.